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It is, in fact, a bit difficult for Jeongguk to walk when his belly goes past his knees while he stands. It's a bit difficult to walk when his legs have so much fat stuck on him that he basically does the splits at every given moment. But that doesn't stop him; Jeongguk enjoys a challenge.
Not only is it a challenge, but it's also super fucking hot that he gets out of breath just thinking about standing. That in order to stand it takes nearly all his strength, the little muscle he has left that's buried under layers of fat working so incredibly hard, and he has to take a break before even attempting to step forward.
Sometimes it amazes him that he hasn't gotten to the point of being completely immobile yet, but he knows it'll come eventually and that excites him. Every bite that his greedy, glutinous mouth takes he wonders if this will be the one that finally pushes him over the edge.
Jeongguk's favorite place to feast is on the love seat directly in front of the television. It's supposed to seat two people but Jeongguk has filled the entire thing up on his own. His sides push against the arm rests now, his belly drooping between his legs almost touching the floor, as he eats and eats to try and overflow the piece of furniture. He wants to be bigger than it, he wants to break it. It creaks a lot these days, he's noticed. Every little movement gives some sort of protest, and when he goes to stand up he swears it's screaming at him. Jeongguk feels proud, knowing that when he first purchased the love seat it didn't make a peep.
He loves knowing that he's outgrown every piece of clothing he owns, seams bursting, fat hanging out of every hole. He hasn't bought new clothes in a while but that doesn't matter to him. Something about the realization of "oh, this fits differently than I remember" every couple weeks has kept him from wasting the money on new clothes. Instead he waddles around his apartment with his belly swaying, hanging out of the shirt that once fit perfectly. His pants don't fit around his ass anymore either, he can barely get them up half way anymore but he keeps putting them on for "decency." He loves the way it muffin tops, how when he first puts them on and then sits down the pants immediately roll down, immediately strain, immediately threaten to burst. He loves the way his ass has gotten so big that it creates a barrier between him and the backrest of the chair.
He can't even wash himself properly anymore, can't get between all the folds and creases that his body has created from all the excess fat. It's hotter than it should be. The fact that he needs a shower chair, that half the time he can't even make it to that chair anymore, that his boyfriend has to give him a sponge bath more often than not by this point, is so incredibly hot that Jeongguk gets hard just thinking about it. He loves being lazy. He loves lying around in his own filth just to have his boyfriend come home and find him littered in wrappers and food.
It's even hotter when one day, Jeongguk is so stuffed, so packed with food that he can't even attempt to stand up. He leans forward the tiniest bit, gut weighing him down, and his belly brushes against the floor.
This is the first time this has happened.
Excitement rushes through Jeongguk, fat covered cock perking up.
It makes him want to eat even more, stuff his face with as many calories as possible and then some. He wants to make his fat gut touch the floor even when he's not leaning forward. He wants to be fully lying back and his gut pinning him in place, pooling on the floor, breaking the loveseat. His chubby hands caress his thick rolls, reveling in how fat he's truly become. Caressing turns into groping as he kneads at his fat. He's so turned on by this point, whining as he tries to buck his hips, tries to give some sort of friction to his fat covered cock. His body jiggles with every movement and it provides some relief, but not enough. He hasn't been able to get himself off in years but that doesn't stop him from trying, especially when he's as turned on as he is now.
Since he can't touch himself, he turns to the next best thing: Gorging himself on the snacks he keeps by his chair. Chips, cookies, all packaged and processed foods, everything that's terrible for him, he eats. Stuffing his fat face makes his cock leak as his belly becomes more and more round. He loses control, loses concept of time, all he knows is eat, eat, eat. He's groaning and moaning in both pleasure and fullness. The snacks seem neverending, piled so high. But eventually he's nearing the end of the large basket he keeps everything in. He's eaten everything on the side closest to him and now he has to reach and, god that's so much work but Jeongguk will do anything for food. He strains himself, grunts in effort, reaching out his fat arm and trying to pull the snacks closer and that's when he hears a snap.
Jeongguk pauses, eyes wide, as he hears another snap, this one louder, and he doesn't even have time to process it before the loveseat is collapsing underneath him. His fat ripples, sloshing and taking a couple seconds to settle as he's splayed on his back. He must looks like a beached whale, it makes him feel even more huge.
And as hot as it is... Jeongguk can't really breathe when he's lying on his back. That quickly settles in and he's faced with the task of having to roll himself over because of course this happened while he's home alone.
Jeongguk whines, sweat dripping down his face as he rocks himself back and forth trying to gain momentum before he attempts to roll over. The first time is a bust, doesn't even come close. He's breathing so heavily that he needs to take a break, belly moving up and down rapidly as he tries to catch his breath (or at least as much breath as he can, he's always out of breath these days).
He's not going to be able to do this himself, he soon realizes. His arms are difficult to move from the amount of fat but he eventually brings his hand to his moob, lifting it up and pulling out his phone. He's been using it as a pocket these days and frankly it works perfectly if you don't mind the smell and sweat. It's getting difficult to hold up the weight of his arm but he manages to dial Namjoon's number, hoping he picks up.
After a couple rings he hears it,
"He—"
"Namjoonie I fell!" Jeongguk yells before Namjoon can even complete his greeting. His words are slurred from all the fat pressing on his lungs and face.
"What?" Namjoon says in disbelief, "How'd you fall?"
"I—I broke the chair," Jeongguk says, he feels his face heating up with a blush.
On the other line, Namjoon is silent for a moment before cursing quietly, "Baby, you've gotten so big recently. I don't know if I'll be able to get you up on my own..."
"C—call someone to help!" Jeongguk yells desperately, "I'm on my back and can't breathe well and—" He wheezes, fuck he's too fat for this.
"I think I'm going to have to call the fire department..." Namjoon says.
Jeongguk's blood runs cold. The embarrassment of having to call the fire department because Jeongguk got too fat for his furniture. That he can't get up because his gut is too huge. They're going to walk in to him with his belly on full display, his shirt basically nonexistent, his pants pathetically fitting him. He can't even imagine what they're going to think of the smell that he's filled up the house with... Jeongguk shivers.
"Baby?" Namjoon asks after not getting a response, "Is that okay?"
"Y—yeah," Jeongguk squeaks, "but you'll hurry home soon too, right?"
"Of course," Namjoon says softly, "I'll see you in a little bit, baby."
Namjoon ends the call then and Jeongguk is once again left in silence, his heavy breathing being the only sound. He tries to look around him but his neck is so covered in fat that it's difficult to do, but he's able to see the basket of snacks that's tipped over, the couple bags left falling out and spilling towards him.
He could really use a snack right now... all that falling and trying to get back up really worked up an appetite...
It's even more effort, straining himself to try and reach it but eventually he reaches one of the containers of cookies just barely. He prys it open, mouth starting to water, as he shoves four into his mouth at once. He hums contently.
After a couple moments of lost time, Jeongguk reaches the end of the cookies and he frowns, tossing it to the side and going to reach for the snack cakes. This one is a little further away and he tries to prop himself up on his arm to get closer. His arm is shaking so much, he can feel the sweat everywhere, but he manages to grab it before his arm gives out and he's plopped on the ground once again. He opens the box with desperation, pulling out a pack and ripping it open as if he hadn't eaten in days and shoving both in his mouth. Jeongguk moans at the taste, closing his eyes as he savors it.
And then the door is burst open.
Jeongguk can't turn his head enough to see but he hears multiple people walking in and then he sees Namjoon standing over him with a strained smile.
"Hey, baby," He says, calming, crouching down to ruffle his sweaty, greasy hair, "I brought these five nice men to help you stand up."
Jeongguk nods as much as he can and Namjoon leans down to kiss him before taking the pack of snack cakes and moving to the side.
Namjoon directs them, telling them to go ahead and grab him.
Five people... Jeongguk is so heavy that five people have to help him stand up...
They all introduce themselves, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. They all seem nice enough, but Jeongguk can tell what they're thinking.
Jimin and Taehyung go to his right, Yoongi and Hoseok go to his left, and Seokjin goes to his head.
"We're here to help you," One of them, Yoongi says with a comforting smile. Jeongguk can tell all of them are surprised by how big he is and it makes him feel flustered.
"Thank you," Jeongguk wheezes out.
"Let us know if we're hurting you," another one, Taehyung, speaks up, "We're gonna try to do this as quickly as possible."
Jeongguk nods, feeling helpless. Still in amazement that he's gotten to this point.
"We're going to move you over to this other couch, okay?" Hoseok says.
Jeongguk nods again but can't help but think he'll break the couch upon impact. He never sits there. It's bigger than the loveseat was, but definitely not as firm. He's never sat on it before, Namjoon got it after Jeongguk started taking up the entire chair so he had somewhere to sit. He knows Namjoon is thinking about it too, he looks like he's about to say something.
Before he can, all five men are bending down and gripping him, gripping his fat, trying to find somewhere firm enough to lift him up.
The man at his head counts down and once he hits one, they all lift. They all struggle, they all shake.
Jeongguk can hear their grunts, can hear and feel that he's heavy enough to make five firemen struggle to get him up. He tries to help but ultimately he's useless, strength gone.
It doesn't take too long but definitely longer than it should and Jeongguk's on his feet. He feels unsteady and they're trying to stable him, grabbing his belly to keep it from wobbling too much.
Jeongguk is more out of breath than the guys are.
"Do you think you can walk?" Jimin asks.
Jeongguk almost laughs, he hasn't been able to properly walk in over a year.
"I—I can t—try," Jeongguk wheezes out.
He's looking down, down at how much his belly hangs out of his shirt, how his shirt is basically just a bra by this point. He also realizes how low his belly hangs, to his shins. He's leaning over a bit just because of how they're holding him. If he were to lean over just a bit more he'd probably be able to make his gut scrape against the floor...but that would probably make him fall again. Then he's thinking about it touching the floor when he was sitting, pinning him in place before the loveseat broke.
That makes him groan.
"Are you okay?" Seokjin asks in concern.
"Y—yeah!" Jeongguk stutters out, "Just...just tired." It's a good enough excuse for the men, but one look at Namjoon tells him that his boyfriend knows he's lying. That, yes, he's tired, but that's not why he's groaning.
"Okay," Seokjin says after a moment, "On three we're gonna take a step."
Jeongguk nods and then the countdown starts.
"One."
Jeongguk can already feel the stiffness.
"Two."
His legs and back ache.
"Three!"
Fuck, he's so out of breath. But three comes and they're trying to shove him forward. Jeongguk tries to moves his fat filled legs and it works! He moves! The tiniest bit! And they expect him to do this more than once...
He pushes himself, moves slowly but surely. After a couple minutes they've gotten him to the couch that was only a couple steps away.
The men ease him down onto the chair, but Jeongguk sitting at all these days is nothing but a plop. He falls back, not as hard as usual because of the men holding him up, and he watches as his fat ripples everywhere. Jeongguk gasps for air, resting his hands on the dome of his belly.
"Fuck, I'm hungry," Jeongguk whines.
The guys chuckle a bit awkwardly but little do they know that this is far from a joke.
Jeongguk looks at them, "thank you...for helping me up," he says sheepishly, realizing he said he's hungry first before thanking the people that had helped him.
They all smile, "No problem, are you good now?"
Jeongguk nods, but he doesn't know if he is. He's sunken so deep into this couch that he doesn't know if he'll be able to get up. In fact, his belly is touching the ground without him even trying on this couch.
"Just call if you ever need us again," Hoseok looks at Namjoon and Namjoon grins.
"Thank you," He says, "I'll definitely keep you on speed dial."
After that, a couple other words are exchanged but Jeongguk isn't paying attention, too concentrated on catching his breath and thinking about how much of an appetite he worked up doing that.
Before he knows it, Namjoon is closing the front door and walking over to Jeongguk, standing in front of him.
"You broke your favorite chair," He says.
Jeongguk grins sheepishly, "aren't you proud of me?"
Namjoon chuckles, reaching down to rub his belly, "of course, baby."
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A couple of weeks pass and Jeongguk stays on that couch, loving the feeling of his gut touching the floor. He's definitely gained weight, in fact his gut touching the floor has restored some kind of urgency in his gaining. It's pooling on the ground now no matter how he's sitting. Jeongguk hasn't stood since he was placed there, Namjoon catering to his every need.
The loveseat has since been cleaned up and Namjoon won't tell him what he's planning on putting there now.
But one day a delivery comes, and a team of people haul in this huge bed. Jeongguk doesn't ask questions, just watches as they put it together where the loveseat once was.
When they're gone, Namjoon looks at him with a huge smile, "I got you a custom bed, can hold over 1000 pounds, has an adjustable head, even a massage function."
Jeongguk stares at him, mouth hanging open.
Namjoon blushes, "I figured it would be more comfortable than the couch if you...never plan on moving again..."
Shit, Jeongguk thinks, this is it, this is him about to give into immobility.
He feels excited, he wants this so bad, he realized it after being placed on this couch that moving is just...way too much effort anymore.
"I—I don't even know if I'll be able to stand," Jeongguk admits. He's gained too much weight in the past couple weeks. He's gained so much that his shirt turned bra is starting to form a hole between his moobs from the amount of strain.
"I can call the fire department to see if they can help," Namjoon chuckles.
Even with the chuckle, Jeongguk knows he isn't joking, "I wanna try with your help first."
"I have been working out."
Jeongguk grins at him. He begins trying to prepare himself to stand, shuffling around, stretching his legs, rocking back and forth. He holds out his arms, "I'm ready."
Namjoon grips his hands and counts down and then tries so, so hard to get him up. The first time fails completely, the second he gets up a bit, and the third he falls back so hard that he hears the couch crack.
"Fuck," Jeongguk says, out of breath, "Maybe we should call them."
"No," Namjoon says, plopping himself next to Jeongguk to take a break, "Just give me a second," Then he looks at Jeongguk, "lunch break?"
Jeongguk chuckles, "I don't think me eating is gonna help you at all..." Jeongguk sighs, "but I am starving."
Namjoon hums, turning towards him to cuddle up and rub at his belly, "always such a hungry piggy, huh?"
Jeongguk blushes, "I mean, look at me," he jiggles his fat.
Namjoon hums, he's looking at him so affectionately. It's making Jeongguk feel warmer than usual.
"How about we get some lunch and if it's too difficult after then we'll try tomorrow?" Namjoon offers.
And...well...Jeongguk can't not take him up on that offer.
Namjoon orders a feast. Everything that Jeongguk eats by this point looks like a feast to the average person but this...this is truly enough to feed a whole party of people. His tummy is groaning, begging for food by the time Namjoon is finished listing off everything he ordered.
"This is gonna take so long," Jeongguk whines, trying to console his poor, hungry belly, "I'm gonna waste away, Joonie," he pouts with his best puppy dog eyes at his boyfriend.
Namjoon smiles with a bit of mischief to it, "good thing your snack bin has been restocked."
Jeongguk gasps, an embarrassing amount of glee radiating through the man as Namjoon gets up to drag the huge basket of food towards him. He has the passing thought that maybe he'll fill up before the food comes, but then Jeongguk passes it off as silly. He never gets full anymore; all he knows is hunger and keep eating.
So Namjoon sets to opening up packages. Jeongguk’s mouth waters as he watches everything, wishing he could stuff everything in his face at once.
Namjoon has been having to feed Jeongguk more and more these days, not that the elder minds. It’s just so much work having to lift his heavy arms to his face. Of course when Namjoon is gone Jeongguk has to go through the exercise of feeding himself, but it’s something that has to be done. He gets out of breath just from feeding himself anymore. His boyfriend likes to tease him about it, and frankly it turns him on more than he should.
Day by day, Jeongguk is becoming more and more of a useless blob. He loves it.
“Open wide, baby,” Namjoon says, three of Jeongguk’s favorite snack cakes in hand.
Of course, Jeongguk obeys, opening his mouth and letting the three cakes in. He moans at the taste, eyes rolling back as he eats them like it’s nothing. Immediately, he opens his mouth for more and Namjoon complies.
“Such a good fatty,” Namjoon coos, he’s holding more food in one hand while the other rubs at Jeongguk’s rolls. There’s so many of them and they all need the same amount of attention.
There’s so much bliss in eating for Jeongguk. So much pleasure. It’s so easy for him to black out, consume without even thinking, it’s all he knows anymore. It’s not even surprising anymore that when he opens his eyes, half of his snack basket is gone and Namjoon is getting up to open the door.
Jeongguk stares in a daze, food crumbs all over him, as three people carry in food. He can barely even turn his head anymore from the amount of fat that covers his neck, but he can see the looks from the people once they’re in front of them. Can see the horror once they realize that this huge man is going to eat all of this himself. It’s hot, it’s so fucking hot and once the door is closed behind them he lets out the moan he had been holding in.
“Did you see the way they looked at me?” Jeongguk asks, wheezing for breath and moaning more, he wants to be touched so bad.
“Like you’re the fattest sack of lard they’ve ever seen?”
“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses, “it was so hot, Joonie.”
“It was,” Namjoon says. There’s this look in his eyes that tells Jeongguk he’s just as turned on as he is. He sets to opening everything and Jeongguk is met with the smell, a mixture of so many things. It’s all amazing, and it’s all about to be in Jeongguk’s stomach.
Namjoon hands him a dish that’s not as hot and Jeongguk is about to whine about not being able to feed himself, but then Namjoon is getting on his knees and shoving his hands under Jeongguk’s pooling belly.
“I wanna reward my piggy,” Namjoon says with such an intense look in his eyes.
Jeongguk can’t help but shiver, looking at the food Namjoon placed on Jeongguk’s belly as a table. It’s a messy looking rice dish, and of course he gets no utensils.
He reaches his hand into the food, taking a handful and shoving it into his mouth, he moans at the taste and moans even harder as Namjoon struggles to lift up his gut. Jeongguk can’t remember the last time he got off from anyone or anything touching him. He’s just too heavy, gut weighing so much that he can’t even try. Namjoon has gotten under, balancing Jeongguk’s gut on his back. The area between his legs is so sensitive now, only being touched to clean himself which is getting more and more of a rare occurrence. Jeongguk moans as Namjoon navigates his way around the folds, eventually finding his way to his fat pad.
He knows his fat pad has swallowed up his dick by this point. Namjoon doesn’t even find it before he’s reeling back, gut plopping on the floor and knocking Jeongguk’s breath out of there. Namjoon seems to be just as out of breath. He looks flushed and sweaty and Jeongguk can’t help but wonder if it’s Namjoon’s or his own.
“Fuck, it’s just a dark abyss down there,” Namjoon gasps.
Jeongguk giggles, shoving more food into his mouth.
“I don’t even know where your cock is,” He admits, running his hand through his hair.
Jeongguk throws the finished tray of food to the side, reaching his arms out for another.
“I’m sure you don’t even care about that anymore though, huh?” Namjoon asks, picking up a pasta dish and handing it to his boyfriend, “All you care about is your food, bet you could even come just from eating.”
Jeongguk moans, shoving a mouthful past his lips. Namjoon knows he’s gotten off just from eating before, but it doesn’t make it any less hot to hear out loud.
Namjoon leans forward, balancing himself of Jeongguk’s gut, to pinch at his boyfriend’s nipple. That makes the big man jump, almost causing the food to fall off his belly. He grabs it so defensively, eyes wide, like the food falling would be the end of the world.
Namjoon grins, “sensitive, huh?” He asks a bit mockingly. Then he licks his lips and picks up a handful, shoving the food into Jeongguk’s already stuffed mouth before pinching his nipple again.
Jeongguk nearly chokes, but it ends in a moan as he manages to fit all the food in.
“Faster,” Namjoon says sternly, “eat from the pan itself.”
Jeongguk’s belly is heaving so hard and his arm strength is running out but he’s able to pick up the container and hold it to his face, eating like the pig he is.
Namjoon has started pinching his nipple again, and then licks the other one. Jeongguk wants to stop and moan but he can’t make himself stop eating, knows that Namjoon wouldn’t be happy if he stops either. So he moans through it. He’s getting so stuffed and it’s making him even more sensitive.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk moans, it’s sneaking up on him so quickly, his whole body tenses as release fills him. He comes into his ever growing folds, shakes as he continues to eat through it. He’s trying so hard to grind his hips but he can’t, he’s so pinned down by his own weight.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Namjoon mutters, “such a good piggy for me.”
The praise makes Jeongguk beam, lazy, post orgasm smile spreading across his face.
There’s still so much food to be eaten, so he throws the empty pasta dish to the side and demands another one and the cycle repeats. Eat and come is all he knows for however long it takes him to finish everything. He’s so tired by the end of it, gut so filled that it looks like a huge beach ball. It’s pooling even more on the ground and he can’t even lift his arms, can’t even shuffle around.
He lets out a belch as he tries to catch his breath. His belly is such a mess, he can’t even imagine what his face looks like.
Namjoon coos at him, telling him good job and praising him for eating so much, for coming so well. He kisses his messy cheeks before getting up to get him a rag to clean up.
Jeongguk is rubbing his belly, trying to soothe himself. His eyes are glazed over and frankly he could go for some ice cream right about now, but his mouth isn’t working and he’s on the brink of passing out from the food coma so he doesn’t say anything.
“Guess we won’t be getting you into the bed today,” Namjoon says with a laugh.
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A couple more weeks pass. The two have tried to move Jeongguk into his bed but the younger keeps claiming he’s too tired. The days that they actually try, they can never get him up either. Ultimately, they’re on the brink of giving up.
Of course, Jeongguk has gained more weight too. The size of that feast has become a very frequent occurrence. Jeongguk’s appetite is insatiable, he’s been eating like that every other day now on top of other meals and snacks. He can barely reach his mouth anymore, it’s such a struggle that Namjoon had to buy him a short reacher just for food. He’s taking up more and more of the couch that’s supposed to comfortably fit three to four people, the barrier between him and the backrest is getting further too and Jeongguk is getting scared that it’s going to make him fall off the couch soon.
Basically, he really needs to get into that bed.
“We’re gonna have to do it,” Namjoon admits one day, “I’m gonna have to call the guys, and honestly even they might not be enough,” He’s standing with his hands on his hips as Jeongguk is funneling a gainer shake. Gainer shakes have become so much easier, minimal effort and an excess of calories. Namjoon stops the flow of it so Jeongguk can respond.
“You really think five people can’t lift me?”
Namjoon snorts, “Baby, I don’t know if they’d be able to lift you even with my help,” he steps forward to pat Jeongguk’s belly, “you’ve just gotten so big, I’m surprised you haven’t broken the couch yet.”
That makes Jeongguk blush, “well, what do we do then?”
Namjoon sighs, “well, I guess we can get them to try and if they can’t… I’m sure they have some type of crane to get you there.”
A crane… they might have to use a crane to move Jeongguk’s obese body a couple feet. He shivers at the thought.
“I’m gonna call them,” Namjoon concludes. He turns the knob on Jeongguk’s gainer shake and then turns away, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.
“Hello? Is this Hoseok?” Namjoon asks, something is said on the other line, “Yeah it’s me,” and then a chuckle, “No, he didn’t fall again but we’re trying to move him to a bed and he’s, uh,” Namjoon breathes out a laugh, “he’s gained a bit more weight and I can’t get him up on his own anymore,” then another pause, “yeah, if you guys could come and try to help that’d be great, okay, okay, thanks!” He hangs up and turns to Jeongguk who is sucking the funnel dry, “They said they’d be over in a little bit.”
A little bit comes and there’s a knock on the door. The same five men are walking in and getting to see just how much bigger Jeongguk has gotten over the past… what… not even three months that they last saw him? Their eyes widen in unison and Jeongguk almost laughs.
“Hi, Jeongguk,” Jimin says.
“So we hear you wanna move from the couch?” Seokjin adds on.
Jeongguk nods sheepishly, wondering whether he should admit he hasn’t moved since they set him here. He wonders in that much is obvious.
“Where were we planning on putting him?” Yoongi asks Namjoon who promptly points to the huge bed.
They nod and start clearing a path that they’ll take. They move all of Jeongguk’s trash and blankets, the coffee table that has even more food containers littered on it. He should feel embarrassed about this, but he just feels proud.
“He, uh,” Namjoon speaks up as they start assuming positions around him, “He hasn’t moved since the last time you guys were here so his legs might be a little stiff.”
A little, Jeongguk chuckles at that.
They nod like that’s what they expected.
“Well,” Taehyung says, “We’ll at least give it a try,” then he looks at Jeongguk, “Are you ready?”
Jeongguk sighs, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
The guys laugh a little at that and then they grab him, once again trying to find the more sturdy parts of him.
Seokjin counts down like last time and Jeongguk can feel the amount of effort they put in, how much more it compares to last time. He can also feel the stiffness in his legs and how they just… don’t want to move. He’s too fat for moving, he’s so out of breath from them just pushing him up but they get him up in one go! He’s standing!
Well…standing with the assistance of five people, he wonders how long he’d last on his own.
His belly is scrapping against the floor and Hoseok notices this. He looks at Namjoon, “hey, Namjoon,” he says, voice strained, “Do you mind holding up his belly so he doesn’t trip over it?”
Namjoon jumps, immediately doing what he’s told. He squats down, shoving his hands under the pooling lard and uses all his strength to drive up. He can feel him shaking from the weight but doesn’t have time to focus on it as Seokjin instructs him.
“Okay, right leg,” He says and Jeongguk tries so hard but he can’t get it to budge. Jimin, who’s supporting him from the back, tries to hold him up with his side and tries to lift his leg with his arm. The poor man is grunting so hard behind him and Jeongguk worries that he’ll fall and crush him, but he seems confident enough.
Jeongguk is able to move his leg a bit, it’s not far but it’s something. Jimin has to switch around to grab the other leg and this is how they make it there. Eventually, Jimin tires too much and switches with Taehyung, who eventually switches with Yoongi, until they’re finally at the bed. Jeongguk is gasping so hard, he feels light headed and hungry. The entire apartment had been shaking the whole time, Jeongguk wonders if they’ll get complaints from neighbors.
Namjoon manages to plop his hanging gut on the bed and that almost makes Jeongguk fall over, everyone grasping at him in panic.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get up on the bed,” he’s wheezing, he’s about to pass out, he’s absolutely drenched in sweat.
“You gotta, we made it all the way here,” Jimin says through his breaths.
“We believe in you,” Hoseok admits, grunting a bit as he tries to reinforce the side he’s holding.
Jeongguk takes a couple more wheezing breaths before nodding, Namjoon picks his belly back up, letting them turn him around so he can sit. Luckily, the bed is low enough that he doesn’t have to raise himself, and picking up his legs and belly to set him fully on the bed seems like a walk in the park compared to what they just did.
It takes awhile for Jeongguk to deem himself comfortable enough, and by the end everyone is huffing again, trying to find enough air after dealing with such a task.
It’s then that Jeongguk looks at the couch and his eyes widen. He sees just how much it molded to him, just how much it’s sunken in. He’s completely broken the couch, it looks like it could last maybe another day before collapsing under his heft.
He doesn’t have time to dwell on is as the guys start gathering their things.
“Thank you,” Jeongguk remembers to say first this time.
They all smile and tell him it’s no problem, but then Yoongi speaks up, “if you do need to be moved again we will have to bring in the crane, though,” he says it with a grin as if he’s joking but Jeongguk knows he’s not.
Jeongguk giggles, patting his gut, “I don’t think I’ll be moving again.”
They all say their goodbyes and Namjoon walks them to the door before coming back and kissing Jeongguk on the cheek.
“You better not outgrow this one,” he says. It’s lighthearted but Jeongguk can tell that Namjoon is thinking the same thing as him: what if he does?